a human

dont get so down on yourself
you don’t have to be the greatest
or smartest
or the most of anything at all
just a real person
a real fucking person
so sometimes you hate yourself
you hate the things you know you can’t ever change about yourself
but that’s the raw part of you, baby
that is a human

when it's thick and empty i'll sleep.

the many coats of paint do not suffice.
I can still hear
my screaming youth
and I certainly can hear
your late nights in the bordering room
I screamed at you
hoping you would recognize
the near non-existence of a drywall barrier
and sympathize with my heavy eyes
I forgot you are playing out
selfish youth
now im too tired
for that

the potato is good
accompanied by cheddar cheese
but the romance does not suffice.
it is not my belly
that is empty
but my head
that is full
still I proceed to think twice
another misfire, “red beans and rice?”
and so my belly continues
to churn out the soul of an old pirate ship
another salted thought atop a vicious wave
leaves me one-eyed
and seasick
now im too tired for that

after the screaming and after the meal and after the waves and after I feel like my insides are outside painting the walls and the outside is fucking my brain hard it squalls and all and all and all and all I am appalled to discover that silence in your room
did
fall

yeah, you're right

animal planet replaces animals
planet earth replaces earth
numbers are neat
they replace all the dirt
that collects beneath fingernails
atop the empty lots where homes and families were derailed
over the bodies, dead, for what?
it's social injustice swept under the rug
yes you got it right
theres no room for us
theres no room for the people willing to make a fuss
"where i am"
you're somewhere printed on a page
in this day and age
we must consolidate
until we lose track of what we were trying to save